"Tsk tsk." Rong Jincheng took the photos and looked through them one by one, with a bright light in his eyes.

There is this girl on each photo, but there is one on it, not only this girl but also a man.

The man looked like he was in his early twenties and stood beside her, like a young couple.

Rong Jincheng stared at the man and found that this was Meng Chen!

Did he discover something amazing?

He thought that a lump like Meng Chen had never even had a relationship.

Unexpectedly, there is such a beautiful girlfriend.

This girl has not applied makeup, and she has a little baby fat on her face, her eyes are bright and her lips are rosy. She is really a beauty in the world.

"Is your vision okay?" Rong Jincheng rarely praised Meng Chen.

However, these photos have turned yellow, and some even become weathered and brittle, as if they are broken.

It looks a bit time.

Rong Jincheng looked at it several times, and according to his guess, the girl would either marry someone else or die, otherwise Meng Chen would not have put the old photos in the office drawer.

Rong Jincheng didn't expect that Meng Chen was still a person with a temperament.

What a pity, women are like poison and cannot be touched.

Things like feelings must not be taken seriously.

Rong Jincheng looked through the photos in his hand several times, and went back and forth.

If he had known this girl a few years ago, he might have been tempted.

He admitted that it looked good.

Rong Jincheng shrugged and put all the photos into Meng Chen's office drawer and locked them again.

Although he was a little curious, he was not a person who was not honest and liked to take other people's things.

What he likes will only grab it openly.

At this moment, Rong Jincheng's cell phone rang.

"Sir Rong..."

"What's the matter?"

"Ms. Han is out."

"I went out as soon as I went, and I didn't imprison her again. Where did she go?"

"It's said it was going to the hospital to see my father."

"Oh, it's time to go and have a look, too." Rong Jincheng was careless, "Is there anything else?"

"No more, Miss Han's fever has subsided, but her face is not very good-looking, and the medicine is not good."

"She wants to die and let her go. Is this trivial matter worth your fuss?"

"Yes, I got it."

Rong Jincheng hung up the phone, took the car key and walked out.

He was too lazy to read the documents given to him by Meng Chen, so he drove a sports car to the hospital where Han Yun was.

Ward.

Han Yurou was sitting quietly beside the bed and peeling apples for Han Yun.

Han Yun lay on the bed, as if he was asleep.

Han Yurou looked very serious and focused, as if nothing would disturb her.

A strand of hair hangs down, and her face is indeed extremely pale.

It was very quiet and there was no sound around.

Rong Jincheng quietly walked to Han Yurou, lowered his head, and caught her kiss on the face unexpectedly.

Han Yurou was startled and the blade almost slashed to her fingers.

Han Yun was on the hospital bed, but she didn't scream, but just stared at Rong Jincheng with wide eyes.

Rong Jincheng's hands were irregular, he hugged her waist and whispered intimately in her ear: "Slice an apple for his father-in-law?"

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"Have you woke up?"

"I woke up and went to bed again."

"Oh, is my father-in-law in good health?"

"Very good, don't worry." She lowered her voice, afraid of waking her father up.
Chapter completed!